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From time to time, a friend of mine casually brings up my blog. He questions, in his own unique way, why I don’t write as much as I used to. I smile and mostly deflects his conversation by trying to change the subject. A few weeks will pass and he’ll bring it up again as we pass each other at work.

His latest inquiry came a couple of weeks ago via a Facebook post. He, like many, came to my page to wish me a Happy Birthday. In addition to his birthday wishes, he simply said: “Write in your blog more”

I hadn’t really given my blog much thought as I’ve had a lot going on in my life. It was when that thought crossed my mind that I realized it was the perfect time to jot some thoughts down.

My birthday falls on June 19. It’s a time of the year when summer is just beginning, school is out and people’s minds begin to wonder to exotic places such as Miami, Cancun and the Bahamas, among others. On other note, it marks the halfway point of the year and it causes people to take a moment to reflect on where they are and whether it matches up with their goals and resolutions that were set six months earlier.

More often than not, there’s always something that throws a wrench in our plans. Whether it’s a lack of planning to something better coming up to real life “stuff,” things rarely go according to plan.

So around my birthday, I started reflecting on my year so far. The highs, the lows and the times where things were just blah. Without a doubt, the most memorable moment of my first half was the passing of my grandfather. He was and even in his passing, still is the head of our family. He was the first person in my immediate family to leave. It left us with a void that I feel on a daily basis.

His death and the week that followed leading up to his funeral was one of the most amazing experiences of my left. It impacted me so much so that, I’ve decided to document that experience in a short book, which I hope to have completed in the near future.

What Granddaddy’s passing did for me was serve as a reminder that no matter what I go through in life, nothing can replace the love of a family. It reinforced the fact that your best friends in the world are those whom you’ve grown up with, share characteristics with and whose last name you share. Not that I’d forgotten this, because I hadn’t. But I was beginning to question the man upstairs about some things. Where he was taking me. Why things hadn’t happened when and how I wanted them to.

As I move toward the second half of 2010, a year that has flown by, I’m more focused than ever. I understand now more than ever that, while professional success is great, if I’m not happy and fulfilled personally, all my endeavours are for naught. It’s easy to say, but whenever I get down and ready to give up, I think of my grandfather, and I keep pushing.

Until next time…



Posted: June 19, 2008 in Birthdays

On days when I’m bored, or really have little to nothing to do, I’ll find my high school yearbook, wipe off the dust and sift through the pages.

I’ve had this book for eight years and have basically memorized its contents from cover to cover, yet every time I look at it, it brings a smile to my face. From the “messages” written by everyone to how young we looked in the pictures, the yearbook serves as a reminder of days past and how far we’ve come in what seems like, no time at all.

I always make a point to go though the senior class portraits. Class of 2000! As I go row by row, I often wonder what each person is up to and where they are in life. I was one of the ones who left for college and didn’t look back. I didn’t keep up with many of my classmates and probably wouldn’t recognize a lot of them if I passed them on the street.

However, some of those smiling facesĀ I see are gone now. Some have been killed over drugs, a couple have died in car accidents, others couldn’t overcome sicknesses. These smiling faces that are no longer were of people I knew a least seven years, some more. I “grew up” with them, played with them, went to class with them.

They were all my age, born in 1982.

I turned 26 today. Those friends and classmates who shared the same birthyear with me weren’t able to make it this far. Why them? Why not me?

I celebrate this birthday with thankfulness because I knew it could have been the other way, but for some reason, the man upstairs saw fit to keep me around. The 25th year allowed to experience things I never thought I would. Growth. Maturity. Struggle.

What I learn from looking through that yearbook is to not take life for granted, because one day, someone will look at a picture of my smiling face and I will no longer be here. What will they say? How will they feel. I can only hope that as I enter my 26th year, I continue to live my life in such a way that people will see something positive in me and I can be a light to someone else.

I don’t know what year 26 holds, but I ready for it and hope it’s ready for me.